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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs...a whole lot of weird ones."

DREAMs...a whole lot of weird ones.

I was in a swimming pool. The water was blue like fake Cool-Aid or Hawaiian Punch. I had an empty cannister, like the kind Hawaiian Punch comes in, with me in the pool. It had a hole in it that one could blow through, and as I blew into it, it caused the water to lift up into a shape like the canister, like it was frozen in time and not liquid, but solid.

I was somehow perched in our upstairs window, sitting in it with my feet hanging out. We had two windows in the bathroom and they were much larger than our one window IRL. It was very early morning and I was looking out on our back yard. I saw some neighbors from down the alley start to leave for school, so I tried to crawl back inside so that they woudn't see me there. I couldn't get the screen closed properly afterward.

I was having sex with Stan in a strange position.

As if these dreams weren't weird enough, as I was sleeping this morning Stan woke me up by saying, 'You mean, like the pug dog?' I asked him 'WOT?' Groggily, he told me that it was in response to something he thought I said, but that I only said in his dream-state, which was:

'It must be painful to be so methodically puffy.'

I thought that was a hilarious line, and I'm so glad I remembered it to write it down. But what does the pug dog have to do with being methodically puffy?

I think I went back to sleep after that and continued to dream: Someone who we used to know (who we heard from a friend had just gotten married) was going to meet us somewhere with his new wife...somewhere seemed like this reocurring dreamplace that is out on a peninsula somewhere on a great lake, that is very, very far north, however it also seems like Kenosha, WI, which makes no sense. Anyway, we were in this parking lot and we see him pull up in an SUV and some sort of trailer attached to the SUV. He's trying to park, and it takes him a while to do so. In the mean time, his wife gets out of the car...we're expecting a young Asian woman (as it would be IRL), but instead it's a Caucasian woman who's about 55, overweight with short curly grey hair. Like someone's mum. Very surreal.

By Ann @ 20:27 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..